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Vast skies, the tiny drop's soul now ascending
/ Dying, to heaven helplessly heading
/ On the ground, a corps, dried, into vapour turning.
/ Hard-hearted heat, its flesh mercilessly still biting.
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/ A condoling cloud the driblet's life saving
/ Caring, on its back with compassion carrying
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